Well I have become somewhat obsessed with Hermione/Draco stories so heres my attempt at one. I have a plan for this one.
It was about midnight, dark as usual. The mansion was quiet. Nothing was making a sound. It was calm. But yet something was off, something to Draco something was going to happen. He wasn't sure what but something was going to happen.
It had been about two years since his last year at Hogwarts. No one had really been the same since the final battle. Not even know-it-all Granger was the same. After their last year she had just left. He hadn't seen her, and he didn't really care. He never really knew her anyway so why would he be effected by her leaving?
But now he lied awake. Unable to sleep. He didn't even know why, and it was beginning to annoy him. He thought back to his last year at Hogwarts. It had been maybe the calmest year out of them all. There was no one trying to kill anyone, no reason not to focus on classes. He had gotten the best grades out of all his years there. Of course Granger was even better. Always showing off her smarts. It got annoying.
Draco signed; he wasn't going to be able to sleep anytime soon. He slipped out of his bed. No sense in staying in bed if he couldn't sleep. He rubbed his neck as he walked down the hall towered the kitchen. He wore a grayish green shirt and green fleece pants. The hall was faintly lit by the torches. Some of the paintings snored while others watched him walk the hall with a proud smile/smirk. Malfoy's had a lot of pride. Although Granger would say they had so much that it blinded them from the joys of life. Which he had heard her say to her freak friends. He had just been by the corner. Of course he never let her words get to him. She knew nothing of the Malfoy family.
He came to the hall between the living room and the dining room. He was far to use to walking that halls on his own. Of course living in a big house you needed to learn where everything was or risk getting lost. Which never happens.
As he walked that strange feeling from earlier came back. He began to see a shadow. It took him a minute to make out its form to be human. He squinted his eyes until he got close enough to know it was a woman.
He looked her over. She was wearing a tang top and shorts. Strange considering how cold it was tonight. She should have been shivering or atlessed cold. Her arms hanging at her side, although her shoulders looked as if she was giving a half shrug. Her wavy yet frizzy hair fell to the middle of her back. He looked up at her face. He froze. Her head was tilted to the right slightly. She wore a small smile. Slowly he looked into her eyes. Her deep big brown eyes were dilated. If it wasn't for that fact he could have sworn she was awake. But that wasn't what shocked him the most. It was who she was.
She looked directly at him. The word she whispered was quiet but he seemed to know what she said. ''Draco.'' But the next thing he knew, she slumped and headed to the ground. Without thinking he quickly caught her in his arms.
He looked down once more at her face. Her eyes now closed. Only one thing that ran thought his mind caught his own attention. 'What the hell was Hermione Granger doing in his home?'
So what do you think? Should it be continued? Please leave a review! I'd love to hear what you have to say about this.